Ballyhoo, humdinger, funky macaroni,
Nibble frozen kerosene with my cousin Ptoneigh.
Herd of camels stampeding through the needles eye,
Masquerading as the clergy, no one knowing why.

Filling pages every day with random bits of knowledge,
Been treading water every day since graduating college.
I’m no adult, but not a boy, stuck somewhere in between,
Development, for years arrested, since I was a teen.

Staring through the windshield, blindly contemplating space,
Laughing/Crying Hoping/Fearing for the human race.
Criminals in tailored suits, dementia plotting wars,
When the conmen call the nukes, I hope I have clean drawers.

Bury me face down cuz I can’t bear to the see the rest.
Flabbergasted daily at humanities arrest.